After Psalm 67
He turns his face
towards us, staring
directly into our eyes,
our souls, our hearts.
He gets in our faces,
placing his hands
on our heads, staring
and saying he loves us,
he cherishes us, he knows
all our faults, our sins,
and what matters
is his love for us,
once lost, now found.
Photograph by William Carlson via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
Balrog on the Bridge: Cultivating the Courage of Gandalf – Clinton Manley at Desiring God.
“Sailing to Byzantium,” poem by William Butler Yeats – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.
Helene Binet at St. Anne’s Limehouse – photographs at Spitalfields Life.
Blessing for Different Sounds – poem by David Whyte.
Two Owls – pome by Josiah Cox at First Things Magazine.
1 comment:
God's love is all that matters in the long run.
Blessings, Glynn!
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